#melancholy

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano! ↗

— William Shakespeare

#melancholy #melancholy

I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#sadness #melancholy

Consider the cattle, grazing as they pass you by. They do not know what is meant by yesterday or today, they leap about, eat, rest, digest, leap about again, and so from morn till night and from day to day, fettered to the moment and its pleasure or displeasure, and thus neither melancholy nor bored. [...] A human being may well ask an animal: 'Why do you not speak to me of your happiness but only stand and gaze at me?' The animal would like to answer, and say, 'The reason is I always forget what I was going to say' - but then he forgot this answer too, and stayed silent. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#melancholy

I think every human being has a level of melancholy in life and in general. ↗

— Sandra Bullock

#every #general #human #human being #i

I suppose there's a melancholy tone at the back of the American mind, a sense of something lost. And it's the lost world of Thomas Jefferson. It is the lost sense of innocence that we could live with a very minimal state, with a vast sense of space in which to work out freedom. ↗

— George Will

#back #could #freedom #i #innocence

Melancholy has ceased to be an individual phenomenon, an exception. It has become the class privilege of the wage earner, a mass state of mind that finds its cause wherever life is governed by production quotas. ↗

— Gunther Grass

#cause #ceased #class #earner #exception

Wish in one hand, shit in the other, see which one fills up faster. ↗

— Noelle Oxenhandler

#humour #life #melancholy #the-art-of-wishing #truth

I often wish I'd got on better with your father,' he said. But he never liked anyone who--our friends,' said Clarissa; and could have bitten her tongue for thus reminding Peter that he had wanted to marry her. Of course I did, thought Peter; it almost broke my heart too, he thought; and was overcome with his own grief, which rose like a moon looked at from a terrace, ghastly beautiful with light from the sunken day. I was more unhappy than I've ever been since, he thought. And as if in truth he were sitting there on the terrace he edged a little towards Clarissa; put his hand out; raised it; let it fall. There above them it hung, that moon. She too seemed to be sitting with him on the terrace, in the moonlight. ↗

— Virginia Woolf

#imagery #love #marriage #melancholy #moon

I went to bed and woke in the middle of the night thinking I heard someone cry, thinking I myself was weeping, and I felt my face and it was dry. Then I looked at the window and thought: Why, yes, it's just the rain, the rain, always the rain, and turned over, sadder still, and fumbled about for my dripping sleep and tried to slip it back on. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#rain #sadness #sleep #novel

And I realize how useless wails are and how gratuitous melancholy is. ↗

— Mircea Eliade

#wails #roman